He doesn’t squeal when his mother’s teeth graze the tufts of his ebony mane. He’s hyperaware of her, though. He feels the warm gust of her breath against his curled neck and the boy finds it comforting. He likes that she is so close; if Popinjay is that close, it means she can't be near Manikin.
Avocet feels a spark of something in his chest. This is his mother and it suddenly seems unfair that he has to share her at all. There is a dark curtain that falls and finally separates him from his sister. He can hear her frustration on the other side as she growls, sounding like she prods the protecting wing for some weakness or trying to find a give to the other side.
The colt presses into his mother’s side, content with his belly full of milk and her scent filling his small dark nostrils. Avocet thinks her invincible and thinks that his sibling won’t be able to break through the feathered barrier that his bay dam has created. It makes him love her all the more and when he looks up, his amber eyes are rich with admiration. ”Maw,” he tells her.
@[Popinjay] lifts her wings slightly and it jolts through Avocet like a lightning strike. Moments before, he might have folded his legs and bedded down. Now? Now he feels concerned as the colt looks to the red-striped wing in front of him and then back up at her. The sound on the other side is gone but he can’t really believe his sister is gone.
It couldn’t be that easy, could it?
His brow furrows as he stares up at Popinjay. He can’t say her name - he can’t even say his own - so he growls at his mother instead. Where did the hissing sister go?
Avocet feels a spark of something in his chest. This is his mother and it suddenly seems unfair that he has to share her at all. There is a dark curtain that falls and finally separates him from his sister. He can hear her frustration on the other side as she growls, sounding like she prods the protecting wing for some weakness or trying to find a give to the other side.
The colt presses into his mother’s side, content with his belly full of milk and her scent filling his small dark nostrils. Avocet thinks her invincible and thinks that his sibling won’t be able to break through the feathered barrier that his bay dam has created. It makes him love her all the more and when he looks up, his amber eyes are rich with admiration. ”Maw,” he tells her.
@[Popinjay] lifts her wings slightly and it jolts through Avocet like a lightning strike. Moments before, he might have folded his legs and bedded down. Now? Now he feels concerned as the colt looks to the red-striped wing in front of him and then back up at her. The sound on the other side is gone but he can’t really believe his sister is gone.
It couldn’t be that easy, could it?
His brow furrows as he stares up at Popinjay. He can’t say her name - he can’t even say his own - so he growls at his mother instead. Where did the hissing sister go?